I understand and agree with most of the criticism of Pink Foyd’s The Wall as a bloated, self-indulgent concept album. Consequently, while it played almost constantly on my car stereo during my junior year of high school, I now can barely listen to it. But I also know that many of you will agree that it stands alone among rock operas in its darkness and, often, its songwriting. The Wall certainly doesn’t get a fair shake on your classic rock radio station where they only play “tasty tracks” like “Young Lust,” “Run Like Hell,” and the now very boring “Another Brick in the Wall (Part 2).”

“Consequently, while it played almost constantly on my car stereo during my junior year of high school, I now can barely listen to it.”

Interesting – almost my story exactly. I actually just downloaded it and have been daring myself to do an entire re-listen. I haven’t listened to the thing in its entirety in nearly 20 years. Some of those memories/feelings of the awkward teenager (the whole reason I was attracted to The Wall in those young years) I’m not sure I want to have come rushing back… Not all nostalgia gives one that warm, welcoming feeling.